Rick Ross – Elvis Presley BLVD lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Hood billionaire
[?]
I'm making more with the baking soda, don't hate on me
You know where I'm at though

[Hook 1: Rick Ross]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley blvd
I'm riding down Elvis Presley blvd
Got the dogs, Rugers off, ****a, in the heart
You can tell them crackers they can go and get the dogs

[Hook 2: Rick Ross]
I'm riding down Elvis Presley blvd
Riding down Elvis Presley blvd
Got the boy, got the girl and I got the heart
Tell them pussy crackers they can bring the dogs

[Bridge: Rick Ross]
I got priscilla, I got priscilla
I got vanilla, boy, I got vanilla
I been that ****a, I been that ****a
I bend that corner, I'm stacking scrilla

[Hook 1]

[Verse 2:]
My face familiar, my face familiar
Half a milli for the whip, this ****'ll hurt your feelings
I could fly Brazillian, send her in the mail
She got Meek Milly cellphone in the county jail
I'm at the car wash off on Elvis Presley blvd
That nina hit your van, your ass gon' holla ''good God''
You feel that itch, you feel that itch
That Camaro moving fast, boy, I'm getting rich

[Hook 1]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Run up in the chopper, I push the panic button
Lil' 'Toine snorting coke, he ain't scared of nothing
Bumping player fly until a player die
Charged 'em for the nine gram, but I gave a five
My baking soda fine, I'm baking over dimes
I got them brown bags, I bet they know the smell
I'm riding down Elvis Presley blvd
Can I park an airplane in a ****a yard?

[Hook 2]

[Verse 4: Project Pat]
Fresh in them sneakers, pills up, I'm stepping on the dogs
Bringing down a half a thing, mane, get these puppies off
Hard work pays off, get more if you selling soft
Catch you slipping out here though, my dog, we knock your melon off
They cannot stunt, shoot them, rifles long like African
Got them young boys shooting **** up like Africans
Me gold in me mouth, [?] like leprechaun
Lamborghini or Ferrari, watch these ****es come
Packing funds all because me go quick to rob the clubs
Me go an hour full of slugs, left these bodies full of slugs
Met me on the south side of the city with the whole thing
Iced 'em with the heater, took the ****, it's a cold game
These ****as know I done it, now there's rumors they want my head
Got my Russian **** sleeping with me right in the bed
My ****as killing about this ****, for realling about this ****
**** Around and get a hundred years, dawg, for about this ****

[Hook 1] + [Hook 2]